The end is near and far by God’s plan
Let not my expectations be wants unfulfilled
The count of days must induce fear and propel me to action
Night and day passes, small wants and big ones pass with no action
Becoming attenuated and thin in the hindsight
Keeping them long expecting to action them in their original size
Laziness and believe that the count does not cut the size of expectations
Causes fear in the long run
Soon the springs will be worn out against the need for rising
Time will be limited and limited by inaction
There will be no rain
The cold winter will prolong the cold fear of today and tomorrow
Capitulation will be close to cul de sac
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem